Moving On

It happened today.

My brain and my heart have bid farewell to Summer and have switched to fall.

Yes, yes. I realized that we have just started August and that there is still a month left of heat and shorts and corn on the cob all those summery things... but in just a few short weeks, we will reach September.

Ahhh. Can we all let out a sigh of relief together?

Many of you know my affinity (obsession?) with the autumn season. Something about it just brings me alive. The smells, the sounds, the food, the temperature, the pumpkins....

Just thinking of those things sends thrills through me.

You may be wondering though, how did I make such a dramatic shift?

Well it happens around this time, most every year, so it was only a matter of days. But this year what moved me from summer to fall was Horton.

As in Horton Hears a Who.

Either last year or the year before the Broadway cast of the Dr. Suess story danced in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. This morning Jack and I were playing with the stuffed Horton that he received last Christmas ... and it just hit me. I am ready for fall.

I am ready for scarves.

And trips to the pumpkin patch.

Oh the trips to the pumpkin patch.

I am ready for spiced cider.

For full length pants.

For soup.

Glorious soup.

I'm ready for cinnamon.

And nutmeg.

And cloves.

I'm ready for candles.

For cool evenings that invite cuddling.

And Back to School sales.

And sending Ellery off to Kindergarten.

And for a growing baby bump.

Oh, friends. I am ready!